Proofreading for me [MM] [F] [Oral, Toys]

*I like to get someone to proof my stories, and I have a few guys and a woman I can call to do that for me. Helps to get some real, live feedback*

I put my cell down and sighed. It was arranged. Ron would be here this evening. Ron is one of my proofreaders. Better let Mary know.

“You there, hon?” I called. No answer. I got up, out of my chair, and went into the kitchen. Not there. I heard the back door open, ahh. “Just putting the kettle on if you want a tea?” I asked.

“Yes please,” came the reply, “Just gotta wash my hands, be right there.”

I filled the electric jug and turned it on. Preparing a couple of mugs, I got tea bags out and put them into the mugs that had been sitting there since coming out of the dishwasher. Mary came into the kitchen and I gave her a hug, “I got Ron coming over later,” I said.

“Oooh finished a story then?” I nodded, “Can I watch?”

“Of course, he doesn’t mind at all,” I replied, “Especially if you are using Tom or Jerry.”

“Tom, I think, good story?”

“I think so, but then, everything I write I think is good.” I’m your typical self absorbed author, love praise and hate criticisms. She laughed, “Of course dear, it’s always perfect!” See, Mary understands.

Dinner was gotten over and soon after, dishes away in the dishwasher, watch the CNN news. I prefer Robin William’s approach to news, there’s news then there’s Fox News, can’t stand the abusive claptrap they call “political observation”. Blacklist is not on tonight, so maybe a Netflix or Prime movie after Ron’s been. Mary’s been watching something and there’s a new season of “Love, Death and Robots” I want to catch up with.

I brush my teeth, and prepare the laptop. I load the story so all I have to do is wake it up, taking it into the lounge. Ron knows what he has to do, sit in the chair and read the story. Tells me what he has to, critiquing my story. Mary will be off to one side watching. There’s the doorbell!

Mary appears in the lounge in a robe. I open the door and Ron comes in. Ron is in his mid-fifties, married, a dad bod, graying hair, a trimmed beard, five-ten tall. “Hi bud,” he said, “Must be psychic, you know.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah I was thinking this morning that you might call today, glad you did.”

Uncanny, I thought, “Well, glad to be able to help.”

“Hi Mary,” he said, spotting her in the corner.

“Hi Ron, nice to see you.”

“So what’s it like” he asked me.

“I think it’s good, but you are proofreading it.”

Ron never asks for coffee, anything at all actually. He comes in, sits down, reads the story and I do what I do and Mary watches. When he is done, he goes, is always polite, always honest in his opinion, appreciative that I ask him to proof my stories for me.

I undo the belt of his trousers, and open the zip, let them slide down, then pull his boxers down. I’m careful not to touch his dick, it all being part of the proofing ritual we have built up. Ron sits and I hand him the laptop, his cock is still flaccid at this point. He starts reading getting through the opening paragraphs. Then his cock jumps, only a little, but it moved. Good, I thought.

A minute later, Ron’s cock has risen a full length, he is erect, I love this process. I reach in, under the laptop, give his balls a slight tickle. “No, not fair,” he says, “Distracting.” I pull my hand away.

I watch his dick while he is reading and see his cock get hard, then as he finishes the story, it slowly starts to detumesce. He closes the laptop and puts it on the coffee table. Eleven minutes have passed, a bit long, but it’s still okay for me. “Yep, a couple of cocks are going to shoot to this one,” he declares. That’s what I want to hear. “The shower scene is great, not unexpected, but still good. The hot water running out is a good touch, then the bed, that’s good too. Squirting, I’ve never made it happen, but this describes a technique that might work. I’m certainly going to try it. I like the fantasy ending too, Kim is really letting her inner slut run rampant, which leaves it wide open for sequels. Are there going to be sequels?”

“No, I hadn’t planned anything, but may revisit it at some point.” I said.

“Yes, do so, there is plenty of scope for continuing and expanding the themes there,” Ron said.

Okay, I’m not going to wait any longer, I reach out and take Ron’s cock in my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and start to masturbate him. His cock grows and I get on my knees, opening his legs, putting myself into the right position. I lean forward and, holding his dick at the right angle, let it penetrate my mouth. This is the reward for coming to read my story, he gets his dick sucked. Mary sits in the corner, watching, using her vibrator or dildo on herself. She loves watching me suck cocks.

I work the dick into my mouth, relaxing the muscles in my throat, letting his dick slide past my now nonexistent tonsils. I love sucking cock, no idea why, but I just do love being able to give sexual pleasure to a guy. I reached up and ran my fingers lightly over his ball sack, giving them a thrill, then a gentle squeeze.

Ron’s dick is around six inches and is quite thin. It gets into my throat easily and I rub my tongue on the underside of his shaft. I lift up, breath, then allow the knob to slide along my tongue and then into my throat again. This takes timing to breath properly when deep throating a guy. I keep this up, listening for the sounds he makes when he is getting close to ejaculating, there, I heard it. I lifted off him altogether, which is always accompanied by a sigh of frustration, but he knows I am going to lick his dick, run my tongue up and down it, wipe over the knob, caress the frenulum, all the time squeezing and gently tugging his balls.

I slide down along his cock, lick one of his balls, then suck it into my mouth. I tongue it, then let it out and lick the other, doing the same to each ball. I can feel the sharp ends of the stubble of the pubic hairs he has shaved off, but it is not any problem for me. I run my tongue back up, along the line on the underside of his dick, lapping it. Reaching the frenulum again, I poke that with my tongue, licking it, giving him more thrill.

I hear the tones of Mary’s vibrator starting then it becomes muted as she puts it inside herself. Her moans and gasps are just as erotic for me as are Ron’s, my dick is as hard as a rock. Ron won’t blow me, but Mary will a bit later. Again, this is the normal protocol, the routine of our proofing sessions. For some reason, this is comforting, not monotonous at all, even if we repeat the same patters over and over. I know Ron is looking at Mary’s open gown, her tits still magnificent in their protruding nipples, her pussy with its fine layer of hair. She would be sitting with one leg over the arm of the chair, the other leg over the other arm, fully exposing herself to him, her ass near the edge of the seat. She would have the vibrator in one hand, pumping it in and out. The fingers on the other hand would be flicking her clit her eyes firmly fixed on me and Ron’s cock.

Mary has never fucked Ron, she has never wanted to. She loves him watching her as she is watching us, but she won’t touch him. He did ask once, but she made it plain that watching is all it will ever be. There is only one of my proof readers she has fucked, but that is someone very special to both of us. When Mary wants her over, she asks me to invite her, but Mary has never fucked any of the guys I’ve asked to proof read for me, even if I’ve sucked every one of them, swallowing their semen. There is only three, every one of them is married. I’m the only one who sucks their dicks, as far as I know. If they do fuck another guy then they use condoms as I never fuck them, only blow them with Mary watching. They certainly don’t want to be taking anything home to their wives so have been super cautious.

I take Ron’s cock back into my mouth, still using my tongue on his frenulum, tickling it, lapping it, using my lips to slide up and down on his shaft and caress the rim of the knob with my cheeks and the inside of my lips. I keep this up for several minutes, again listening to his moans of excitement. My neck is getting a bit tired, my jaw a bit stiff, so I lift off again, give my head a bit of rest as I am now rubbing his cock with my hand and licking the knob. I look up and see he is firmly locked onto Mary. I smile inside. I know he would really like to fuck Mary, he has asked me in the past if I could get her to change her mind, but she won’t, I know. He has offered several bribes, his wife, his daughter, a week’s slavery, but to no avail, Mary won’t budge. I know why, but I’m not going to tell him.

Rested, I slide his dick back into my mouth, quickly bringing him back to the edge, only this time, I’m not stopping. I keep sucking him, drawing as much of his cock into my mouth as I can, rubbing my nose on his trimmed pubes, feeling for the movement of his balls. I can feel his dick swelling, on him, it’s easy to feel for as it is so thin, a pencil dick and it grows quite a bit when he is about to cum. Then I felt his ball sack start to harden and his groan becomes a real moan. He shoots his juice into my mouth. I can feel it once, twice and a third time. I keep sucking pulling as much of it in as I can. I ease my head back a little and swallow. Ron’s cock is starting to slacken off, even if it’s in my mouth. I make sure I have all the cum off it by wiping my tongue over it, creating as much saliva as I can to moisten his cock, then suck it off.

The knob falls out from between my lips, the deeper purple head loosing some of its previous color. I can see a white glistening dribble appear at the eye of the cock, so lick it, wiping the cock head clean. Ron sits and I can feel his tension slipping away as the pleasure of his ejaculation works its way out of his body. “Oh, fuck! You do that so well. I love you sucking my cock,” he praises me.

I savor the residual taste of his semen lining my mouth, but I know it won’t last long. Saliva and swallowing a drink will wash it away all too soon. A few minutes later, while he is still watching Mary with her vibrator, he dresses and gets up to leave. I give his package a squeeze and tell him, “Next time, I hope something special.” He looks at me speculatively, then at Mary. His eyes asking the question.

I shake my head, “Maybe another guy?”

He smiles, “Never tried two guys at once. Intriguing idea though.” He looks at Mary as she is now pumping the vibrator into herself more rapidly, groaning more loudly, rubbing her clit furiously. Her legs are shaking, won’t be long now, she shudders and slams her legs together, trapping her hands and the vibrator, lets out a huge gasp and then a moan as she orgasms. She is not overly demonstrative when she cums, so it quickly sweeps through her and she relaxes again. She pulls the vibrator out of her pussy, giving us a glimpse of a darkened, pink cavity that quickly closes. She sits up, a little shakily, and says, “Oooh, that was nice. Looked like a good blow job from here.”

Ron smiled and says, “Oh yeah, I always get a good blow job from David, he’s a natural.” He is eyeing Mary still, thinking he would love to get between those thighs. He sighed as we all knew he wouldn’t and he wouldn’t try to force the issue either. He quickly learned that Mary is her own person and doesn’t put up with any bullshit from anyone. He also knows she is a dead shot, pistol or rifle, uses a truncheon like a thirty year cop, is handy in a variety of useful kitchen implements not designed for combat. (Mary’s father was a devout Christian, but he never believed he could have been a martyr. He saw the ‘turning of the other cheek’ as a cop out, an invitation to bullies so he passed on the knowledge he gained from military service to all his children, much to my mother-in-law’s disgust.)

Mary stood and came over to hug Ron, even with her gown open, “See you next time.”

“Love to, Mary,” returning the hug, “Next time, bud.”

“For sure,” I said as I opened the door for him. He left and I closed the door, waited a few moments for him to get to his car. I heard the engine start and turned the porch light off. I turned back and went into the lounge where Mary was waiting. “Come on big boy, get over here and give me your dick!”

Couldn’t wait. I love it when she solves my seriously hard erection problems.

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